I had to ask. I knew the answer before I asked, but I had to ask. And it's okay. It's all really okay. Believe me, because I do.
Tag: original poem
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1000 Cuts
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I had that dream again. Angry with the glue sealing my lips. Hot plastic slipping out. No idea what I’m missing because when I see 70, I see a beach with a cold wind up its spine. Anyway, What are you up to?
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tensions risen
The mattress, the floor: tangled in linear progression. The corners, sharp and cold. Fingers spread, you know? The feeling. How's that for temptation?
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a misnomer
It slowly tingles, drifting upwards - periphery caving in - downtown skyline blending. Fuck, I miss your dumb ass. Same kind of focus, that narrowed my sight. Beside ourselves with laughter, beside each other, friend.
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Their Buried Heads
Look, this dreamer, in an age lacking peace. Contests staring with the wall. An ostrich to the races; a warm, drumming static and beeping. Ambivalent, like any decent son should be.
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Hero Complex
Please wipe the stars from your eyes. I took a bullet - saved your life - not because I value yours, but because I do not value mine.
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Red Shift, Blue Shift
The sundial stuck, an indecisive thing; ticking perpetually on the same, old second. Let the world turn; for once lick its own wounds. Let the majestic sea turtle hurtling between cosmic gases, make its own peace with the monkeys on its back.
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Compartments
It's not your fault. You live in a cardboard shanty town, a little box, in my head alongside everyone else.
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She, Herself, and I
A coarse flight of reds bedazzled her sly impression - the harder they come. A reliable mistress with a harshness worth revitalizing - a gambit worth falling for.
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Collared Green
Long swings of outrage to apathy, cries the pendulum. Settling low, windmills blinking as one. The man in the high collar staring down burnt ends of a smoke trail, looks up and smiles, “Well, now.”